Poetry

Now that they have proven themselves idolaters, filled with graven images and willing to deny the truth and turn a blind eye to mercy and grace, now that they have denied righteousness and driven themselves mad with lust for power and prestige, preening themselves in elaborate costumes of grotesque exaggeration, I want to tell you…

They are here as they have always breathed flame, leathern wings beating, tail potent, able to impale, scales armor hard over a heart of hate, but now they are electric. They are here, as they have always terrified ignorant slaves to superstition and convention, servants to shadow, but now they lure with vanity and lethargy…

Out of sleep, out of darkness, into a room half lit wherein I dream, more light beckons, more truth calls beyond a door I must now open. Blinded not at all, but made to see by radiance generously given, I speak aloud the word I have no will to keep. Glory unto me from thee,…

There she sits, the wayward recessive one, burning the combustibles at both ends, her flaming red hair atop the cigarette she smokes on break, blowing away the risk of emphysema or worse, taking all the chances she can take in ten minutes before or after lunch. What the hell? Who’s going to stop her? More…

If I could not sleep because I worry all I have not done remains undone and all I might is mightier than I, then getting out of bed becomes a challenge and I admittedly half heartedly try, one foot before the other inevitably leads outside to fetch the paper, other people’s pulp and fortune delivered…

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Did you want that next breath I took? Here, let me put it back so you can have it. Not that you depend on me for anything or ever will or ever want to, but it’s the least I can do and as for me not…

There are buds upon the trees and I am alive to see them. Men boast of weapons and gods in which they believe, all weapons of one sort or another against the enemies they perceive, but all of them are useless. There are buds upon the trees and I am alive to see them. ♥

“Good Morning, Class. Today we’re going to study a variety of subjects.   I want you to open your Text books and turn to Page One. We’ll begin with Social Studies, then continue with Language Skills, Mathematics and Science.   There’ll be time for Recreation, but today we’ll learn about the Great Men and Women…

What has happened here? I see two men assembling a child’s red wagon on the floor of an office building. The wagon will be used for advertising purposes. The office is for insurance purchases. You pay money now to keep from paying more money later, but you hope never to pay any money. It’s a…

I want to run away and join the circus. In this the teenage of my growing older I want those who expect to wake up and find me sleeping in the same bed to find me gone. The note will read, “Gone for a Clown,” or “Gone for a Lion Tamer,” but “Gone for Good”…